The Time Zone Travelers - Chapter 7

 

“Wait a minute,” stroking his chin, “we have that already back home,” James reasoned, “which means they found what makes our kind enslave and subjugate the world population inside you and me.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never done that.”

“Maybe we’re the exception, or it skipped us.” James remarked.

“Everyone is happy about this, you know.”

A disappointed look came across James face, and his mood turned somber. “Yeah.. well they don’t know what they’ve done.” As he stood, anger grew inside. “Shit no… I don’t need this shit!” James proclaimed. “We need to reverse it!” He then took off while Jack followed behind.

“If the racism gene skipped us, then we may need this ability to give us the edge in the future.” Jack said.

“Then you’ve fallen for the hype.” 

His statement abruptly broke his stride. “Hype?” he said aloud. “What exactly does that word mean?” Jack remarked.

James ignored his question and entered a doctor’s office while a few Dunnears were with their patient. “Hey… give me a clean needle now!” he frantically asked a nurse. Just then, the building and windows shook, and parts of the floors began to collapse. Many were trapped and killed and never had a chance. While James and Jack fled, it soon became impossible to stay one step ahead. It surely was the end, they thought.

Luckily, the falling ceiling and the ground beneath them suddenly stopped at the tips of their feet. They were able to escape the danger by hopping over empty spaces.

There were numerous earthquakes caused by the power plant, and one of them brought down the city. Everything burned like matchsticks, and parts of the San Francisco island began to sink into the water. At the same time, the military arrested Jobber for making false claims. For many years, few slaves were able to free themselves from bondage. The only world that they had known was now gone, and it was bitter-sweet.

James and Jack then led the slaves out of the water, using a lantern to light the way. They than began a rescue team and lifted many of the injured by boat until morning.

As they clung onto the cliff-side edge of the rocks, the military began killing survivors. Jobber was taken to the shores of the mainland in chains and blindfolded. There he is beaten severely, and paraded him like a broken puppet on a string. They tortured him mentally and verbally with such cruel taunting that it brought tears to his eyes.

 “You’re in worse condition than I am,” he said, laughing. 

The guard’s position turned from the delightful pleasures of a cold-hearted demeanor to anger. With a flick of the overseer’s hand, Jobber is sent to the dungeon of death, where no one has ever come back.

The captives who adored him were mostly former slaves who knew him to be a champion of equality. He is so respected and highly revered that his words and thoughts on this subject did not tarnish his reputation. Jobber is the modern-day equivalent of Martin Luther King, Tesla, and a 

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